[Verse 1]Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all seenWalkin like a swallowed up the pharmacy at WalgreensNever did I love her, sorry baby it was all cleanWho you think you dealin with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspringForty I was deep on the eighty I was thereknock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of thereYou know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snareAnd as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your hair (OH)Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox six twelves, four amps, three sluts, what's hotI told ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hotReach inside that tool box, there is when the feud stops

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[Verse 2]Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin boulderAnd I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to show yaI just hibernate a while and call ya when it's overDon't know where I'm headed but it's pretty far from soberYeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't start it overCause momma said that God said he got a party for yaAnd I'm a give ya lord, every beat a heart I owe yaIt sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW)What you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heatVery few roads are paved, still I do it for the streetsThere's a heap a shit to lose, but there's even more to keepIf you feelin froggy baby, better look before you leap

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[Verse 3]Baby it's the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Dome'Like Shondon, with that Steven on the phoneOr maybe it's the slang, that got me gettin down my brainson the plane, met this chick in Fort MayneAnd you certaintly can blame the jazziest personaBut it's classy broad that get trashy in the saunaBubba's just the slickest, how else is there to word itI'll just plead my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict